Qing, My Romantic Wife, I Was Wrong

When she woke up, she lost all her memory, and there was nothing beside her except a beautiful maid. For her, everything was just instinct. However, even if it is just instinct, she is still her. No matter how she changes, the innate things in her bones will never change. For her, for him, the reunion of the three generations, even if they forget everything, they still remember the promise they made under the sycamore tree on that day of that year, to wait for you to grow your hair to your waist and fulfill my dream of ten miles of red makeup. All readers are welcome to enter the pit, the writing style emphasizes pampering and neglects abuse, and the ending is one-on-one.